11.30.2016

seasons feel just like home




i knock on the wall
and i hear old summer songs.
still there like they will never leave this house.

i trace the window pane
and i feel the frost soft and watching
because autumn has already come to visit with her stories.

i hear the heater turn on
and the smell tells me i'm eight years old,
barefoot and fighting with an old stick and a winter grin.

i change the light bulb
and spring sits with her sweet laughter.
she is warm and bright and there exactly when you need her.

but even with these things
it doesn't quite feel like home
until your laughter, combined with mine, echoes through the halls.

come home?

x
one last post before december sweeps november away.

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    1. laughing because you are sweet. thanks, peach. x stop by again. *grins*

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  2. Cally, your posts are my favorite. <3 xx

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    1. *grins* thank you, Grace Anne. nothing else to say. x

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  3. This is such a beautiful piece, I want to have written it!!

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    1. awh! :') my little heart is crying of love. thanks, girl. x

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  4. it's so true, seasons /do/ feel like home. i love the bit about the heater and winter grin - autumn into winter brings back the most childhood nostalgia for me and smells do that so well. :3 this is lovely. happy December!

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    1. oh my goodness. i know. one sniff of the air and all the sudden i'm seven years old running around. you know. happy December, sweet Andrea! x

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  5. This is amazing! I want to read this over and over again. <3

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